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About Nelspruit

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky bizness, ya? Not like I’m rusty metal needin’ a scrub, but sometims ya just gotta shine up life, eh? I’m stompin’ round da streets, thinkin’, “Dis is my planet, I do what I vant!”—dat’s from da movie, when Justine goes all nutso. Streets smell like old borscht, makes me mad—why so dirty, huh? But den, bam, I see her—red heels, smokin’ a ciggie, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns da night. Lightbulb! She’s da cure to my corrosion, ya?

Photographing the Prostitutes of Italy’s Backroads: Google Street View vs. Boots on the Ground

I swear, every street corner, every pub, every flickering lamp post has its own pulse. Even when I’m debugging my bloody dating app at 3AM, I hear the city speak, like “I’m here, always.” Some say it’s magic. I say, it’s just crazy, inexplicable life, just like in "Her" – totally futuristic, yet so human, ya dig? I mean, can you feel it? Can you hear that whisper of the city sayin’ “I am, therefore I feel”? I'm my own personal Romeo with way too many typos and exclamations, LOL!

70 years ago, The Carousel Bar started spinning: See archived photos